《Loved By A Vampire King》Chapter 414 - Duke Silas ~~~~ Part 4
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Ayra and Silas appeared behind Cedric's back not long after Isabella questioned him. Silas felt his heart skipping a beat after he spotted Isabella standing near the railings in a threatening way.
Ayra blinked her eyes up at Cedric who seemed to go through a hard time to say something. His trembling lips opened and closed nervously but there was really no suitable reason to show her right at that moment. Indeed she had endured a lot. From loosing her husband to loose her child and now she could no longer become a mother again, she had every reason to find her life useless. They lost their mother at a very young age and had no one rely blindly.
Isabella laughed sadly at her brother's silence. Even he knew that how pathetic her life was. As she parted her lips to say something, Cedric spoke fast hoping that she would change her mind,
" But we need you, Sister.. I, Jessie all need you. Maybe God has other plans for you."
Isabella let out a dark chuckle. With her teary eyes laying on him, she replied questioning on her own existence,
" Other plans? Tell me, what have I done to deserve all this, Cedric? I never killed anyone like other Royals. I always stood by your side when the world turned their back against you because you are my little brother..that brother who slept only after I coaxed him to sleep..I raised you more likely my own child, Cedric.. Then tell me, why did I have lost everyone that I wanted in my life? Why?"
Her voice sounded cracky, carrying each part of her broken heart as she questioned not to Cedric but to herself more possibly.
Invoulantarily, Cedric's eyes teared up after hearing about her pains and frustrations. Not willing to loose his sole family, Cedric coaxed softly,
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" I understand your pain, Sister. Give yourself time."
Isabella retorted with a painful groan,
" No..You won't understand... You won't.. Because you never lost someone that you love, Cedric.."
Isabella paused before shifting her tearful eyes on Ayra who was standing behind Cedric anxiously,
" Now that you have someone to love, I pray to God that you never feel the pain that I am going through, Cedric. But I must go."
Isabella ended her word with a firm determination. Hands gripping the edge of railing, she once again turned around in a swift, earning gasps from others.
Ayra opened her mouth to speak anxiously. Her voice sounded more like a pleading as she tried to change Isabella's stubborn mind,
" Sister Isabella!! Please!! Listen to me once. Your brother, we all need you. Think about it this way. Maybe God has better plans for you. You will find someone to love you again. Trust me! Please don't do this! "
Ayra breathed those words with tears coming up in her eyes. She never saw someone to commit suicide before. The sight of Isabella's crying was really heart wrenching.
How straight life could be! You born with so many dreams but today, she finds no reason to live anymore. That how love sucks! It can show you heaven and hell at the same time.
Isabella tilted her head back to laugh at Ayra who was trying her best to stop Isabella. Isabella replied with a bitter smile,
" Don't give me false hopes, Ayra! You know very well. There wouldn't be anyone to love me in this world. Who would love a girl like me that can't fall pregnant ever?"
Ayra went silent after hearing her words. She bit her lips together to hold back her sobs. She wondered if she was Isabella, she would have found the courage of living any longer.
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Cedric still tried to persuade his sister with an expectant eyes,
" But I will always love you, Sister. Please! Don't do this to me. I will be there for you always."
As they were engrossed in talking, they failed to notice that Silas had dissapared from their back. Letting out a sob, Isabella replied shooting her brother a sympathetic look,
" I can't be your burden anymore, Cedric. You have tolerated enough for me. You know the truth of that night when Vincent was executed. It was me always but.."
Cedric's voice cut off as he didn't want to push his sister to remember those painful memories again,
" I did everything on my own. You aren't at fault. No one can blame you. Please Sister! Give me your hands."
Cedric begged with a softer tone. Taking two steps forward weakly, he extended his palms towards Isabella to hold. Isabella pondered in her mind.
Looking up at Cedric's begging eyes, she really wished to change her mind but there was something that was pulling her to end her life, a greed of reuniting with her passed family.
As she fell in deep thoughts, positive hopes began to grow in Cedric's mind. He assumed that Isabella was hesitating to take her decision. He urged himself further after taking another step forward,
" Give me your hands, Sister! You will be absolutely fine. Time heals everything. I need you! Jessie needs her big sister! You don't want to leave her alone behind just like mother did, do you?"
Isabella clutched her palms together battling eternally. After trying few times to change her mind, unfortunately she failed and her negative thoughts won this round once again.
Pulling her wet eyes up at Cedric, she breathed few words mumbling,
" I am sorry, brother.."
Cedric's face sank as he frowned harder. Before he could even predict her next step, Isabella climbed up over the railings swiftly.
Her eyes took a glimpse of that standing sword vaguely. With a small, satisfied playing on her lips, she breathed few words to the wind,
" Baby..I am coming.."
Then everything stopped around her. She jumped off from the rooftop, open armed and ready to end this endless pain in this life.
Behind her back, she heard Ayra and Cedric's screams faintly..
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